Hard Girls

Hard Girls - Quinceanera lyrics

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White cord, black phone,
attached with staples to the wall.
Pick it up and throw it when you get angry.
Nobody's buying, nobody's selling
That baby's crying, everyone's yelling
and think of…
Three girls skipping, throwing daisies at your quinceanera,
Can I call you cousin?
I only got one cousin.
Will you be my cousin?

She's got a heart and it hurts.
Marya, Marya, change the i to a y
Dead rats living under your office,
It feels so great at your age making minimum wage.

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Language: English

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